.. I see before ... And Gurt ... He asleep ... I come your room ... Give you good time and you give me commission for bring customer your hotel next t...me... ?”“Well well, a sexy body and business mind ... So how many boyfriends you have then... ?”“About fifteen but get many new man contact me everyday.”“So they all send you money then... ?”“No ... Maybe eight or nine. I come your room now ... yes... ?”She puts her hand down and exposes a pair of tits most men would die for ... huge fucking. The final stop on my self-inspection was a short glance at the dark area of kinky hair at the top of my thighs. For a woman of 42, you would think I would know this territory as well as any other…not. I consider it the same way I do a dark jungle, mysterious and foreboding. I remember once pulling back the lips of my vulva and thinking ‘Doctor Livingston, are you in there?’ I have always considered it a non-event in my feminine garden. I do not consider it attractive and have preferred to. Now here you are- wet, naked, exposed, and vulnerable. If someone were to come in, you'd have no hope of getting those wadded wet clothes back on. Even in this predicament, you still seem to wield all the power. You have no sense of urgency or feeling of being rushed. Your calmness soothes me and arouses me to the point that my cock begins to ache from my straining erection. I move up to meet your face and kiss you. All the while your hands are unbuckling my belt and undoing my jeans like. “You’re gorgeous.”“Thank you,” I managed to breathe.“You’re welcome,” he nodded. “You know, I think this is going to be a really great weekend, don’t you?”“I, I hope so,” I stammered, still looking into his eyes.His other hand gently stroked the side of my face. “What would you like to do next?” he asked.“I, I’d like to suck your cock,” I whispered.“Are you sure?”“Positive,” I nodded.“Then go ahead,” he ordered, releasing my chin. “Enjoy yourself.”I dipped my head to his crotch and inhaled.